Oh Cruel World!

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To the pointless hostess at the cafe,

Why do you feel it's necessary to harass me and my friends when we come to dine and drink at one of our favorite establishments? Long before you came to Boston for graduate school we spent many nights there, and there was never a hostess nor a need for one. The sign at the door said "seat yourself," yet you yell at us in front of everyone for doing just that. Sorry we didn't check in with "the hostess." Maybe you should be doing your job of jockeying menus instead of sitting at your friend's table outside chatting.

Yet, you couldn't leave us alone, could you? Instead of doing your job passing out menus and seating people despite the sign—why again do they pay you?—you had to come upstairs and hang out with more friends, sitting down at the table next to ours and giving us dirty looks.

The climax of the evening was when you came over to our table to patronizingly call us idiots because we were sitting in chairs that "blocked" our server's way to another table.

Yet, our server had no problem taking orders and bringing drinks and food to them. So, glorified doorman ... I mean hostess ... next person to be fired when the boss realizes you slack-off constantly, perhaps, why do they put a chair on the side of a table if no one is supposed to sit there?

Just do us all a favor and stop getting stupid star tattoos, at least get nautical ones so you can fit in with your clientele, I bet you could even claim them on your taxes as a business expense. Stop harassing your customers, I know over 10 regulars that used to eat and drink there at least twice a week who refuse to go ever again because of YOU. Lastly, if you want to really fit in, go out and buy a brakeless fixie and crash it into a MBTA bus.

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